The Olveston Steinway was quite happy to be the subject of a poem. After several failed attempts I gave up and acknowledged the Steinway was right all along. It had to be a rhyming poem. So in honor of the drawing-room Steinway……..
A note from the Steinway
I want to
lock away my keys
tell them not today please
say I’m out of tune
unless it’s Claire de Lune
answer the can can chant
with no you can’t can’t can’t
make ragtime out of bounds
I’ll not entertain those sounds
absolutely refuse chopsticks
say kindling’s not in my mix
insist they lay off my pedal
Steinways aren’t made for heavy metal
say this firmly without a quaver
one day when I’m feeling braver